You celebrate ending the month of fast
We mourn the death of the completed creed
All of you wish to spend Eid with your father
Whilst we orphans weep for our father on Eid
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The rise of Eid’s joyous sun makes us weep
All celebrated, our family grieved
Our farewell to God’s month had welcomed death
Chained by grief as all from their fast were freed
We’d watch all blossoming roses wither
Every rose in our house, we’d watch it bleed
Each house in Kufa heard joy and laughter
Whilst our house the cry “O’ Ali” would heed
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Every house celebrates breaking their fast
Whilst we mourn the death of the greatest deed
It’s as if their fasting was not enough
And our father’s existence they envied
Would this envy stem from that same orphan
That in secrecy our father would feed?
When our father returned from Kufa’s mosque
To close their envious eyes, all we’d plead
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Whilst all believe their deeds are accepted
His absence his orphans have not believed
As every house celebrates such a day
Which house wonders which leader will now lead?
Can a greater eye witness the new moon
Is there an Ali to Ali succeed?
The eyes that rejoiced on their father’s sight
On this day upon their father have grieved
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Whilst every child receives a present
They kept our father from us, out of greed
To make Ali’s house fatherless on Eid
They gathered in their scheming and agreed
In the absence of the walking Quran
Our tears would fall onto verses we’d read
And every tear would draw out a message
The orphans of Ali, their father need
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As families for this day would prepare
His coffin my brothers accompanied
They wept, hearing his voice echo within
“By the Lord of the Ka’ba I succeed”
The last remnants of any of our joy
Upon their shoulders, shrouded, they carried
O’ Ali whatever joy we had left
Deep in your grave with our souls we buried
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(London – 07/08/13)